“Zhao Bai, what exactly do you want to say?” Even Fu Hua, who is usually calm, was momentarily at a loss for words at the sudden job offer.
But after a moment’s thought, she nodded; working extra shifts was always good, even if it was just security.
Moreover, it was an invitation from Zhao Bai, which finally fulfilled her long-held wish.
But… why did Zhao Bai, who had never been so forthcoming before, suddenly change his attitude?
The reason she worked so many jobs was simply that Schicksal’s salary was delayed.
Her hobby was playing mobile games, and she had an inexplicable collecting obsession.
The key was that Fu Hua was also African.
It was within Fu Hua’s expectations to starve for in-game purchases, but not being able to get any goods while starving was unacceptable.
“When can I start working?” “Tomorrow morning.” Zhao Bai, usually so composed, was unusually urgent today.
Fu Hua lowered her head in thought, subtly raising her hand to check her watch, a momentary urgency flashing across her face, which Zhao Bai noticed.
He added fuel to the fire: “Give me an answer.
If the kitchen’s secret recipe gets stolen, I might not be able to stay at Saint Freya anymore.
At that time, there will be no more conscientious businesses providing free employee meals…” “I agree.” Fu Hua replied succinctly and powerfully: “Tomorrow morning, I will report to Zhao’s restaurant.
To be honest, although I know a bit about martial arts, I haven’t been hired for security work anywhere except the casino in the south.
You really startled me when you made the request.” “Is this a [promise]?” “Of course.” With a firm answer, Fu Hua turned and walked towards the bar.
This conversation cost her an extra five minutes of commuting time; she had originally reserved a fifteen-minute buffer but still quickened her pace, as if to escape the scene.
Watching the figure of the celestial being fleeing in disarray, Zhao Bai couldn’t help but smile softly.
As long as she was on duty, Rita’s threat would completely vanish.
Zhao Bai raised his hand to check his watch; it was time to sleep, so he hurried towards the dormitory without delay.
Upon arriving at the dormitory, he noticed an unusual smell.
The great Principal Theresa was surprisingly not at home playing games today; instead, she was holding a school task report and studying it carefully.
The notebook contained various trivial matters about the school, even recording Zhao Bai’s signature dishes every day, essentially serving as a detailed campus log report.
As a manager, Theresa had never bothered to look at these.
What wind was blowing today?
Campus Log Entry One: The once-popular Zhao Family Restaurant has become even more popular due to the arrival of a mysterious new maid.
Campus Log Entry Two: At night, an unnamed handsome ghost is said to wander the school path, dressed in a white butler outfit, wearing a monocle, and sporting a light gray ponytail, elegant as if he stepped out of a painting.
Campus Log Entry Three: Director Himeko was caught squatting on the school path in the early hours and was apprehended by the campus police, later admitting it was due to a hangover that caused her to act thoughtlessly.
Campus Log Entry Four: The third entry is a rumor.
Entry Five: Teacher Himeko accidentally injured a campus police officer; an apology meeting is tentatively scheduled for next Saturday in the school auditorium.
…
This campus log reads like a collection of jokes, and it’s unclear who the talented person behind it is.
However, Theresa was not looking at these amusing entries; she frowned as she flipped through the pages until she reached the last entry.
Log Entry Fifty-Eight: Campus Ghost Stories.
Zhao Bai was momentarily stunned, thinking such things would only come from a literary girl, but to his surprise, they existed here too.
The students were all reserve Valkyries, destined to wield half-ton weapons on the battlefield to slay Honkai Beasts.
How could such powerful beings be afraid of campus ghost stories?
Moreover, ghost-related campus ghost stories?
Shouldn’t it be the ghosts who are afraid?
Zhao Bai took the campus log and examined it closely, only to find Theresa’s face as pale as a sheet, with a visibly dark expression, seemingly tense to the extreme.
“Zhao Bai…
do ghosts really exist in this world?” Theresa asked hesitantly.
Zhao Bai replied in shock, “Principal, if anyone should be afraid of ghosts, it shouldn’t be you.
You’re a church nun, the nemesis of evil.
Especially since you possess the Oath of Judah, a holy artifact for exorcism.” “Who…
who said I was afraid?” Theresa said weakly, “I’m just concerned about the safety of the students.
Any signs of danger need to be investigated.
Protecting the students is the duty of a Principal!” Though her tone was strong on the outside, it was indeed heartfelt.
Even if she was afraid, she wanted to uncover the truth, placing great importance on the youth.
Theresa was such a great yet timid existence.
“This task will be entrusted to you!!” Theresa’s tone changed as she stood on her tiptoes and patted his shoulder.
Zhao Bai retracted his words of praise; if necessary, he would turn them all into curses.
The details of the task log had been sent to his email half an hour ago, quietly lying there, with a title in bold red font, yet no special alerts were set.
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Bai realized something was off; Theresa must have had this planned all along, wanting Zhao Bai to take this trip for her.
What a cowardly Principal there was in the world!
But for such a task, he might as well accept it.
Zhao Bai didn’t believe in ghosts; he was already unfortunate enough to have the Honkai.
If there were also terrifying ghosts, that would be too tragic, right?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Flipping through the log, it was completely different from the previous humorous entries; this time, the log read like a serious ghost story, with time, place, and characters all detailed, and it was written with a sense of authenticity, the horror atmosphere rendered extremely well…
the more neatly the story was told, the more Zhao Bai felt it couldn’t possibly be true.
In the dead of night, in the chemical hazardous materials storage, someone heard footsteps.
This was an important and dangerous place; any trace of movement would provoke the greatest response, and an all-night carpet search immediately began, yet strangely, there were no findings.
In the following days, the warehouse manager continued to hear footsteps.
Not just her, but even the shift workers heard the same sounds.
Despite multiple thorough searches, no signs of anyone were found, casting a shadow of terror over the entire incident.
Moreover, someone had died here before.
…
Upon reading this, Zhao Bai almost crushed his phone screen in disbelief, thinking, isn’t this stating the obvious?
“Chemical Hazardous Materials Storage,” the name itself contains the word [danger].
It would be truly bizarre if there hadn’t been a few incidents over the years.
Just as he turned to complain to Theresa, he found her looking at him.
Her eyes seemed to seek support, with a naive, doe-like innocence, and her light blue eyes were as clear and pure as the sky.
“It’s okay to agree.” The words were on the tip of his tongue, but the meaning took a complete 180-degree turn: “However, I have a somewhat excessive wish that only you, Principal, can fulfill.
I hope you can agree.” “What wish?” A hint of vigilance flashed in Theresa’s eyes as she cautiously asked.